I'm a poor boy born in the rubbleAnd some say my manners ain't the bestAnd some of my friends, yeah, they've been in real troubleAnd some say I'm no better than the restBut tell your mama and your papaSometimes good guys don't wear white, yeah

Every day baby, I work hardAnd it's true at night, I spend a restless timeBut those rich kids and all that lazy moneyCan't hold a candle to mineSo tell your mama and your papaSometimes good guys don't wear white

Good guys bad guys which is whichThe white collar worker or the digger in the ditchHey, and who's to say who's the better manWhen I've always done the best I can

How bad was his dirty mindAll those messed up chicks of the changin' timesWhite pills and easy livin'Can't replace the love I've givenSo tell your mama and your papaSometimes good guys don't wear white

{spoken}Ha, I mean to tell yaYou better tell your mama and your papa somethin'I'll split off by myself with another chick yeah, Ah just a kickYou think those guys in the white collars are better than I am babyThen flake offYou don't dig this long hair, get yourself a crew-cut babyYeahI mean what I said